Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.